By an Anonymous USAF Brat It was cold. Not the New England kind of cold but the bitter, biting, wind-driven cold on an overcast day that fit what Continue Reading
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All Those Crosses
All those white crosses stand in a rowon nameless hills in Europe,in fields of France,on beaches too.All those white stones stand in a rowon the green Continue Reading
The lessons I learned in Section 60 of Arlington National Cemetery
(Where I met the ghosts of the living, but not of the dead) Arlington National Cemetery is a place that exists only in the imagination or deep Continue Reading
The Conflict at Home
I partially credit Martin Luther King Jr. with saving my husband’s life. Sitting in his running Subaru in our garage, loaded gun in hand, Mark Continue Reading
Demons of Our Actions
By Trey Tull Our lives are composed of the consequences of our actions, the good, the bad, and the neutral. I believe the pattern of life is for us Continue Reading
Afghanistan: A Woman, Just Like Me
By Kaitlyn Trevathan On Saturday, September 11, 2021, my dad shared a post reflecting on his memory of 9/11. He wrote, “In the coming hours Continue Reading
The Ramp
I was but maybe a month or two old, not truly but in war we are reborn. A newborn thrust into this world, cold and alone. I was riding that Continue Reading
In The Darkness We Can Still Find Hope
Last January I began working with a woman who struggled mightily throughout our sessions, but who nevertheless continued to meet with me. After she Continue Reading
Families After War: Who Are You Supposed to Be Now?
By Britta Reque-Dragicevic This first appeared in Britta Reque-Dragicevic's blog "Life After War" and is republished with the author's Continue Reading
The Weight I Didn’t Pack
As you’re reading this, I’m driving east toward the North Carolina coast with my wife and the middle children of my siblings. I’m writing this less Continue Reading
When Hope Holds Its Breath
After all the years of disappointment, I cannot help but feel almost emotionless. The idea of being a father—of loving and raising children as I never Continue Reading
Who Will Hold Me When I Die
Yesterday morning I dropped off my grandson, Asher, at the Waldorf school. It made no sense to drive all the way back home since I needed to pick him Continue Reading